Deja Vu

My bags are packed and my apartment is cleaned out. I'm now back in the same hotel I stayed at in January 2005. I'm again living out of a suitcase. All my worldly possessions that I will have access to for the next 6 weeks are sitting on the floor less than 10 feet from me. A few final pieces of paperwork and a 45-minute drive to the airport are all that stand between me and the United States.